Dear sisters, an attempt at communication

At this point we already know that the opposite of life is not death, but disenchantment. We also know that the poet said: Move, if you want to live.

How should we speak of life, now, in which everything dies? There seems to be no other way out than to spread our pulse on other times beyond this - also the fictional ones, created in the refusal to be assimilated by the enemy.

It was up to us, today, now, to formulate together some continuity for all this.  

Like an arrow through the darkness, we'll launch writings for what's to come. Like beacons casting some light, some trace, we will dedicate ourselves to creating a tentative document together.

How to write to sisters who have not yet arrived? 

What is important to record for existences that will come after us?

Believing that words can be spells: we will launch ourselves to see if they can find the concreteness of some utopia.

We will be unbearable in the art of imagining possibilities and brutal in the descriptions of our dreams. We will not be translators of days in failure: we will write with the strength of ideas formulated in the future, dreamed of in the past and swelled into what they call the present. Transtemporalize words, make them reach the dust of the unknown.

We will write together for our sisters.

We'll use a shared Docs, we'll luxuriate in their tools. 

Here is the link:  

With the usual furious love: good work.